F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

no title yall

denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.
burying shiny gold dignity under sapling trees, thick tongues and saline filled eyes
hinder speech
plastic diamonds represent the remains of a long-dead corpse, stand now and give
your respects
it's a dark, cloudy-filled sky, and we're right in the middle of it
ten thousand feet up might as well be ten thousand feet below for all we care
("i love, i love myself, i love, i love myself, my self-abandonment")
there's nothing to be uttered that gives any justice, so sew your lips together and
don't try to speak
the earth and the heavens together are the only ones that can judge anyone
letting go is the problem, catch and release and catch and releaseandcatchand
the round table would be missing quite a few knights if it weren't for them
letting go is the solution, grief and relief and grief and reliefandgriefand

-frnkiero 2013
((i think this is what was here originally ...)

OH MY GOD I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THIS POEM ANS REPLACED IT WITH FUCK OH MY GOD IDK WHICH ONE IT WAS ORIGINALLY IM GONNA CRY i think it was this one tho T-T